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The sound of movement pulled us back to the present. Dean groaned as he shifted slightly.

"Is he in pain?" But Harrison shook his head.

Then something I remembered Flynn telling me popped into my mind.

"Did he hurt a human?" I asked, needing to know the Keepers had a reason to want to end his life. It wasn't something I could believe Dean was capable of.

"No. He attacked a Keeper."

Flynn said they killed rogues who didn't obey the laws, one of which was killing or attacking a human.

"Is that why he will be killed?"

Harrison looked at me for a few silent moments. "Yes."

I didn't like the heaviness I felt in the pit of my stomach when I imagined Dean taking his last breath. We had never been close but I would feel grief at his passing. It was the reason I was going to take the risk to get him out.

Another groan stopped any further thought. Dean's eyes opened and I held my breath slightly as they found mine. There was no recognition in his eyes. It was like he didn't remember me. Or maybe his lack of remembering was a ploy not to give away my true identity.

The sound of the door opening and the rushed figure of Hayden stopped any further conversation. I hid my injured hand behind my back without thinking about it.

"I need to speak with you," Hayden said to Harrison.

"I'll be back in a moment," Harrison told me.

When I glanced at Dean, he was wide-eyed but still on the bed.

"He's too weak to do you any harm," Harrison said, thinking I still feared him. "I will only be a few minutes."

I gave him a nod. I was feeling relieved that I was going to get a chance to talk to Dean.

I waited patiently for the door to close before I turned to look at Dean. His hand shifted slightly. Before I took a step toward him, my eyes scanned the room for visible cameras. There was nothing. But that didn't mean there weren't cameras hidden, making them difficult to detect.

"Dean," I whispered, hoping the Keepers didn't have hearing like we did.

He briefly closed his eyes in acknowledgment.

"I won't leave you." He opened his eyes briefly again, then closed them tightly.

I still had no way of knowing if the stuff they were telling me about Dean was true. It was hard to believe he would attack without being provoked.

I believed in good and evil. In the same way I believed some Keepers were evil. Just thinking of Travis made me feel a shiver of fear run down my back. Then there were good Keepers, like Harrison. It wasn't to say I didn't believe Flynn was good, because I did. He was just so driven to his cause that nothing else mattered. What kind of a life was that?

"Hang in there for me," I said softly, needing him to hold on until I could put a plan into action to rescue both of us. This time he blinked twice.

The door opened. We had run out of time.

"I need to leave," Harrison said. I nodded and hurried to follow him out. He locked the door.

There was no sign of Hayden when I followed Harrison down the hall. Just before he opened the door to the study, I stopped him.

"Have they found Flynn?"

"He has been taken by a pack of werewolves," was his solemn reply.

There was only one pack of werewolves on the territory. Kyle's pack. The Midnight pack.

CHAPTER TWELVE